Pass me your firstborn…

Since tomorrow, I have to drive #3 son 40 minutes to the predetermined prek-end-of-year-fun-day, I decided to fill up on gas.  (This is mostly because the mommy who was supposed to carpool with me hurt her knee and needs surgery.  This leaves me to drive by myself, thus the necessity to take out a loan to buy gas.)

When I pulled into the gas station, the price was 10 cents HIGHER than yesterday, which is $1 higher than last year… $3.75/gallon!

Do I not yell LOUD enough?  Have I NOT screamed until I was hoarse?  What WILL it take to get my message across to the government?

I JUST PAID $50 TO FILL MY TANK WHEN IT NORMALLY COSTS $25-30.

If this is not a social injustice, I don’t know what is.  And, once again, I am going to scream it from my soapbox that I am… sick… and… tired… of… big… business… taking… advantage… of… the… little… people… and… government… LETTING… them… rape… us!

SICK and TIRED and BROKE and now, thank you, pissed off.

Is it not enough that we suffer under an economic DOWNturn (i.e. recession) caused by 6 years of a war that is neither beneficial nor helpful to anyone… that we are being gouged ruthlessly by both government AND big business because neither give a rat’s ass whether we live, starve, or die?

Is it not enough that millions of people IN THE UNITED STATES have foreclosed on their homes and have been thrust into the nether regions of our vast universe, hoping to survive?

Is it NOT enough that small businesses have collapsed under the strain of an unstable economy that is more than just financially straining and debilitating?

WHAT will it take for SOMEONE in government to hear the miniscule cries of the masses and jump on OUR bandwagon for once?

AND, by GOD, what WILL it take to get the smell of cat shit out of my nose?

He has defiled the batcave once again… and I think this time it may take a while to fumigate.

(*gak*)

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UPDATE:  Yesterday, after taking #3 son to be screened at kindegarden (which, by the way, Captain Stubborn decided to not answer some of the screening questions AT THE TIME he was being screened and scored lower than he should have, but still high enough to be allowed into kindegarden. Isn’t it funny how even kindegarden has standards? Too bad they can’t curtail idiots being allowed out into the world…), I came home to NOT see my package.

FUMING… mostly because I’m in a pissy mood this week (h-o-r-m-o-n-e-s and the everloving smell of cat shit STUCK up my nose)… so, I checked the front door ONCE AGAIN… and found nothing.  Just as I was about to grab the salesperson’s card to call him (and give him a sound verbal thrashing for lying to me), I turn to see my package sitting on the couch next to me.

MY SONS… my dear, precious sons… in the fit of my fit, they neglected to tell me that my phone arrived after I left for kindegarden screening… and that they decided to hide it on me and play a little joke.

Har. Har.  Harhar.  (See? Laughing)

Ok, they laughed.  I glared.

Now that I’ve had the phone for about 14 hours, I am not sure if I am grasping the whole concept of blackberry.  I don’t have my “Get it Now” that I had w/ my other phone (but am paying for it).  I don’t have my easy listing for my emails (but think I have found a way to put my emails on there, but no way to keep the passwords off unless I am checking emails).  I don’t know how to get games (if I even can, but I must because the phone CAME with a game).  I am not sure how to get ringtones.  Well, hell, there’s a LOT I don’t know how to do… yet.

“You don’t have to keep it,” my husband said, trying to make me feel better.  It was hour 4 and I still hadn’t mastered the most finite manuevers AND I just finished reentering my address book, which was supposed to be transferable via bluetooth (as per #2 son, El Techno-Geek), however, it didn’t work.

“Your phone is TOO old, mom,” #2 son said.  What? My previous phone is 3 years old, er… 2… 4?  I can’t remember.  (I got it the summer of Tennessee.)  How could technology a few years old be TOO old… I first tried to say, but then stopped myself.  Technology turns old when you take it out of the box. 

So, my husband, who bought the Voyager (Verizon’s version of the iPhone), feels a smatter of sympathy for his wife.  Finally.  However, no little phone with computer capabilities will win… I am far too competitive for that.

I plan on writing many more adventures of me and my blackberry, however, first I have to conquer it.

When cowboys captured the wild horses, they knew immediately which ones would break easily and which would be a struggle.  The true die-hard cowboy would spend endless hours working with the difficult horse because he knew deep down inside that this horse is worth the trouble.

My blackberry is that difficult horse and I am it’s cowboy.  So, in the interest of history and the American way, I will not return the phone.  I will conquer it, break it in, and make it bend to my will. 

However, there was always ONE horse that a cowboy could not break.  If the cowboy respected that horse, he would set it free, admiring it from afar, knowing that its independent spirit was much like his own.

I, too, know that if I cannot break this phone in, I must set it free (I have 30 days from yesterday) so that I can say that I spent a few hours with a blackberry, but set it free because I know that its independent spirit is much like my own–unconquerable.

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Ok, back to the bitching about gas prices… food prices… everything prices.

How does the price of chocolate correlate with the ungodly rising of gas prices? IT DOESN’T… I think EVERYONE is getting on the bandwagon. OR, we can say that the price of fuel is causing production prices to skyrocket and the price of transporting the goods from the farm to the store to climb because tractor-trailers are lugging these goods in sometimes from as far as overseas and it costs a lot to fill up one of those monsters. However, what about the alternatives…

If you think that ethanol gas and other “natural-based” alternatives will improve our situation, think again.

If we converted completely to ethanol, nearly ALL agricultural production would have to focus on the growing and harvesting of corn.  Therefore, fields that once produced grains, tomatoes, or other produce will then be turned into corn production.  Corn production means a steep rise in OTHER production resulting from the lack or lessening of various agricultural products… and somehow that’ll trickle into the raising of cattle, sheep, and chickens for food… which will then somehow raise gas prices… which will in turn affect energy… that will most definitely affect the economy.

In other words… we’re screwed unless our government, which boasts about how FORWARD-THINKING and STRONG it is, must make sacrifices to ensure that we do not lose our houses, cars, jobs, money, and lives because our current president wants to keep an expensive war running just so that he can be a badass.

Sorry, the time limit for being a bad ass is up.  Please return your Chuck Norris outfit and paraphernalia as soon as possible.  Failure to return these materials will result in even HIGHER gas prices.

In the meantime, have you ever seen corn grow?  It’s boring.  VERY boring.